Theme and Form (for Eve)

J.S. MacLean

A million dollar lotto ticket
resembles her; prodigal autumn
as orchard pout of wisdom apples
selected by the choice of outcomes.
The numbers drop; a look, a second,
the graze, a reach of hollow wanting
in earth of bones, and coiling tresses
that fall from eyes as figures fitting .
Desire is seed in bruise of fruit;
a fortune seized by will of root.